Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.